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"La Quiero a Morir" by Gabriel & Sergio Vargas expresses a deep and intense love for someone. The lyrics showcase a transformation in the narrator's life, as they have gone from being lazy and aimless to becoming a guardian of their love interest's dreams. The phrase "la quiero a morir" translates to "I love her to death," suggesting a strong and passionate affection.

The song emphasizes the power and impact of their loved one. The lyrics state that this person can destroy everything they see, but they can also rebuild it with a single breath. It symbolizes the significant influence this person has on the narrator's life. They can bring joy and happiness, painting over the pain with their smile. The imagery of an angel helping them rise and providing wings represents the support and empowerment the narrator feels in the presence of their loved one.

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Martin re-recorded the song along with Christina Aguilera in Las Vegas in December 2000 for the 11th Annual Billboard Music Awards.[8] Aguilera wrote about the re-recording in an online message: "An incredible music and career opportunity has come up for me to record a duet with Ricky Martin."[9] In an interview with the Grammy Awards in 2021, Martin talked about collaborating with Aguilera: "Every time I talk about Christina, it brings a smile [to my face] because I think it was a very powerful track. Her delivery, her performance like always was beautiful."[10] The duet was released to radio stations in the United States, by Columbia Records on January 16, 2001, as the second single from Sound Loaded.[11] The track was not released in a major commercially available single format in the United States, and consumers could purchase the song only with buying the album. Those who had already bought the album could download it from Martin's website for free or mail a sticker from their copy of the album, receiving a free CD with the new version of "Nobody Wants to Be Lonely".[12][13][14]

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile

Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde

Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat

As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street

I can't see the future but I know it's comin' fast

It's not that hard to wind up knee deep in the past

It's come a lot of Mondays

Since the phone booth that first night

Through years and miles and tears and smiles

I want to get it right

I'm a dreadful sight and I just don't care

Spent all morning pulling out my hair

I woke at dawn with a crazy spin

Half the day trying to glue back in

Mother, bloody mary, please

Wipe that smile right off your knees

I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks

Lord have mercy, what a piece of work

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's

And drinks his green label each day

He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing

But he don't care what most people say.

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say

Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way.

I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles

That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table

While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace

Papa T would sneak a taste

And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel

I might as well admit it

There's been a time or two

When I contemplate retirement for a while

But a hundred years from now

They'll still be asking how

As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile

I've seen it brighten up the eyes of a child

It even makes the Dali Lama smile.

It's no relation tot he meaning of life,

It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife.

Chorus

A little spending money.

Money to burn.

Money that you did not necessarily earn.

Rainy days seem to wind up sunny,

Long as you got a little spending money.

I was the pirate and she was the queen

Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there's ever been

Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs

Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert

Oscar Wilde died in bed

Several floors above my head

Living well beyond his means

In that crazy Paris scene

Rain falls down in sheets so clear

No one ever calls me here

Traveling by my self these days

I'm into jazz and felt berets

Far from the that old eastern shore

Searching for strange metaphors

I don't want to be another victim of fashion

I don't want to see my name in the paper each day

Leave that to the young Turks

They're more handsome and dashing

Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way

Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply

Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby

Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer

Spied the ghost of Brassens

We smiled at the secret we shared

And I hid it like contraband

Cuz I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop

Imitating Elvis from the bottom to the top

Imitate the way he talked, the way he smiled

I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild

This imitation Elvis may not be the king

But baby I'm the next best thing

Well I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop

Imitating elvis from the bottom to the top

I imitate the way he walked, the way he smiled

I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild

This imitation elvis may not be the king

But baby I'm the next best thing

Chorus

Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new

Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew

A pleasant smile a pretty face

Another time another place

Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?

David Broza enchants music enthusiasts worldwide with his heartfelt interpretations of two iconic John Lennon compositions, "Girl" and "Julia." Broza's unique blend of musical artistry and emotional depth breathes new life into these beloved songs.

"I've always felt a deep connection to John Lennon's music," says David Broza. "These songs has touched the hearts of millions, and it's an honor to pay tribute to his genius while infusing my own passion and interpretation into them. As I was growing up, everyone in the world was listening to the Beatles records and they were played in just about every home. However I never played any of their songs; I only listened."

Girl:

Julia:

Couldn't beat her smile, it stirred up all the media

Secret side, I wanna know it so mysterious

Even that elusive side, part of her controlled area

Complete and perfect

All you say is a bunch of lies

Dear miss genius idol, unmatched

Showing this smile, my own weapon boiling media

Keeping everything about my secret deep inside

I'm in love with you, my career is built on such a lie

It's the way I know to show my love, without a doubt

Her face is brown, with a pointed chin; her eyebrows that nearly meet over her nose rise in a flattened "A" towards the fervid black gleam of her hair; her lips are pursed in a half-smile as if she were stifling a secret. She walks round the stage slowly, one hand at her waist, the shawl tight over her elbow, her thighs lithe and restless, a panther in a cage. At the back of the stage she turns suddenly, advances; the snapping of her fingers gets loud, insistent; a thrill whirrs through the guitar like a covey of partridges scared in a field. Red heels tap threateningly.

We stood still a moment in the shade of a yellowed lime tree. My friend had stopped talking and was looking with his usual bitter smile at a group of little boys with brown, bare dusty legs who were intently playing bull-fight with sticks for swords and a piece of newspaper for the toreador's scarlet cape.

"That, gentlemen, is Illescas," said the man on the grey horse. "And if you will allow me to offer you a cup of coffee, I shall be most pleased. You must excuse me, for I never take anything before midday. I am a recluse, have been for many years and rarely stir abroad. I do not intend to return to the world unless I can bring something with me worth having." A wistful smile twisted a little the corners of his mouth.

Po Baroja spent his childhood on this rainy coast between green mountains and green sea. There were old aunts who filled his ears up with legends of former mercantile glory, with talk of sea captains and slavers and shipwrecks. Born in the late seventies, Baroja left the mist-filled inlets of Guipuzcoa to study medicine in Madrid, febrile capital full of the artificial scurry of government, on the dry upland plateau of New Castile. He even practiced, reluctantly enough, in a town near Valencia, where he must have acquired his distaste for the Mediterranean and the Latin genius, and, later, in his own province at Cestons, where he boarded with the woman who baked the sacramental wafers for the parish church, and, so he claims, felt the spirit of racial solidarity glow within him for the first time. But he was too timid in the face of pain and too sceptical of science as of everything else to acquire the cocksure brutality of a country doctor. He gave up medicine and returned to Madrid, where he became a baker. InJuventud-Egolatria("Youth-Selfworship") a book of delightfully shameless self-revelations, he says that he ran a bakery for six years before starting to write. And he still runs a bakery.

"Oh there are times, gentlemen, when it is too much to bear, when I rejoice to think that it's all up with my lungs and that I shan't live long anyway.... In America I should have been a Rockefeller, a Carnegie, a Morgan. I know it, for I am a man of genius. It is true. I am a man of genius.... And look at me here walking from one of these cursed tumbledown villages to another because I have not money enough to hire a cab.... And ill too, dying of consumption! O Spain, Spain, how do you crush your great men! What you must think of us, you who come from civilized countries, where life is organized, where commerce is a gentlemanly, even a noble occupation...." e24fc04721